-ERIC-
The rich sweet blood continues filling my mouth as I drink it down eagerly. I’ve never tasted something so delicious, so divine, in my life. At least, I don’t think I have. It strangely tastes familiar…something I’ve had recently but it has something else mixed in it. Fear. Fear always makes the blood taste sweeter. I moan at the taste and suck harder.
That’s when I hear a female voice weakly say, “Eric…” I feel a hand touch my shoulder. I furrow my brows in confusion and slow down my drinking. Why does that voice sound so familiar? And why is my beast suddenly resisting the urge to feed? “I forgive you.”
I withdraw my fangs from the neck of my victim, my brow creasing even more at her words. She…forgives me? What a strange thing to say to someone who’s about to kill you? Then I
